FORCED MARRIAGE WITH THE GANGSTA BILLIONAIRE
“Those guys at the table are my brothers. Not by DNA, but definitely by blood. They’re not your typical-looking, mild-mannered, sweet guys, but under all those muscles and protein powder, scars and gruffness, tattoos, and whatever clothing they choose to wear—and they have very unique styles—are hearts of gold. Old hearts. Hearts that have seen too much life, brutal ones sometimes. We’re a brotherhood. And while they don’t give a flying pig of a farge about who thinks what about them, if you insult them or tell them they’re bad men, I will…I will…”
“What?” Sharon brow arches daringly. She’s totally unaffected by my tough mguy speech. “You’ll what? Kidnap me all over again? Lock me in a room?
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